It’s 1948. How big is your donut hole?
…on a jetty very much like this, and watched the sun set, and the stars pinwheel into the sky. It was in Canada, very far from the land of my life, and it was beautiful and alien and lonely.
Rainy days make me want to explore.
I see photos like this and I wish I could meet the people in them. What did they do that day? What were the things they were sad about, happy about?
These people, this moment; they look ‘ordinary beautiful’ to me.
…almost isn’t there. Foggy days and hidden details.